The way my Ex girlfriend dey come through for me this period eh, when ever I'm broke I will shamelessly call her and ask her for money and even once she never fail me.
I no dey keep malice with my ex ooo, and when ever we meet she go still give me Puna to chop, I just dey pity her boyfriend now 😎😎
No dey keep malice with your exes
Na break up una break up una no kee person
I connected a friend to a job opportunity some time ago—the same job I was hoping to get myself. Since there were multiple openings, I thought we both had a good chance.
Long story short, my friend got the job, and I didn’t. 😊
It wasn’t the outcome I expected, but it taught me something important: sometimes, we are the bridge and not the destination. We become the channel through which opportunities, blessings, and connections reach others, even when they don’t end up with us.
As difficult as that can be to accept, there’s a certain peace in knowing that being a channel is a purpose on its own. Not every blessing that passes through your hands is meant to stay there. Some are meant to continue their journey through you to someone else.
And that’s okay.
Cheers 🥂
I connected a friend to a job opportunity some time ago—the same job I was hoping to get myself. Since there were multiple openings, I thought we both had a good chance.
Long story short, my friend got the job, and I didn’t. 😊
It wasn’t the outcome I expected, but it taught me something important: sometimes, we are the bridge and not the destination. We become the channel through which opportunities, blessings, and connections reach others, even when they don’t end up with us.
As difficult as that can be to accept, there’s a certain peace in knowing that being a channel is a purpose on its own. Not every blessing that passes through your hands is meant to stay there. Some are meant to continue their journey through you to someone else.
And that’s okay.
Cheers 🥂
I connected a friend to a job opportunity some time ago—the same job I was hoping to get myself. Since there were multiple openings, I thought we both had a good chance.
Long story short, my friend got the job, and I didn’t. 😊
It wasn’t the outcome I expected, but it taught me something important: sometimes, we are the bridge and not the destination. We become the channel through which opportunities, blessings, and connections reach others, even when they don’t end up with us.
As difficult as that can be to accept, there’s a certain peace in knowing that being a channel is a purpose on its own. Not every blessing that passes through your hands is meant to stay there. Some are meant to continue their journey through you to someone else.
And that’s okay.
Cheers 🥂
I connected a friend to a job opportunity some time ago—the same job I was hoping to get myself. Since there were multiple openings, I thought we both had a good chance.
Long story short, my friend got the job, and I didn’t. 😊
It wasn’t the outcome I expected, but it taught me something important: sometimes, we are the bridge and not the destination. We become the channel through which opportunities, blessings, and connections reach others, even when they don’t end up with us.
As difficult as that can be to accept, there’s a certain peace in knowing that being a channel is a purpose on its own. Not every blessing that passes through your hands is meant to stay there. Some are meant to continue their journey through you to someone else.
And that’s okay.
Cheers 🥂
I connected a friend to a job opportunity some time ago—the same job I was hoping to get myself. Since there were multiple openings, I thought we both had a good chance.
Long story short, my friend got the job, and I didn’t. 😊
It wasn’t the outcome I expected, but it taught me something important: sometimes, we are the bridge and not the destination. We become the channel through which opportunities, blessings, and connections reach others, even when they don’t end up with us.
As difficult as that can be to accept, there’s a certain peace in knowing that being a channel is a purpose on its own. Not every blessing that passes through your hands is meant to stay there. Some are meant to continue their journey through you to someone else.
And that’s okay.
Cheers 🥂
I connected a friend to a job opportunity some time ago—the same job I was hoping to get myself. Since there were multiple openings, I thought we both had a good chance.
Long story short, my friend got the job, and I didn’t. 😊
It wasn’t the outcome I expected, but it taught me something important: sometimes, we are the bridge and not the destination. We become the channel through which opportunities, blessings, and connections reach others, even when they don’t end up with us.
As difficult as that can be to accept, there’s a certain peace in knowing that being a channel is a purpose on its own. Not every blessing that passes through your hands is meant to stay there. Some are meant to continue their journey through you to someone else.
And that’s okay.
Cheers 🥂
I connected a friend to a job opportunity some time ago—the same job I was hoping to get myself. Since there were multiple openings, I thought we both had a good chance.
Long story short, my friend got the job, and I didn’t. 😊
It wasn’t the outcome I expected, but it taught me something important: sometimes, we are the bridge and not the destination. We become the channel through which opportunities, blessings, and connections reach others, even when they don’t end up with us.
As difficult as that can be to accept, there’s a certain peace in knowing that being a channel is a purpose on its own. Not every blessing that passes through your hands is meant to stay there. Some are meant to continue their journey through you to someone else.
And that’s okay.
Cheers 🥂
I connected a friend to a job opportunity some time ago—the same job I was hoping to get myself. Since there were multiple openings, I thought we both had a good chance.
Long story short, my friend got the job, and I didn’t. 😊
It wasn’t the outcome I expected, but it taught me something important: sometimes, we are the bridge and not the destination. We become the channel through which opportunities, blessings, and connections reach others, even when they don’t end up with us.
As difficult as that can be to accept, there’s a certain peace in knowing that being a channel is a purpose on its own. Not every blessing that passes through your hands is meant to stay there. Some are meant to continue their journey through you to someone else.
And that’s okay.
Cheers 🥂
I connected a friend to a job opportunity some time ago—the same job I was hoping to get myself. Since there were multiple openings, I thought we both had a good chance.
Long story short, my friend got the job, and I didn’t. 😊
It wasn’t the outcome I expected, but it taught me something important: sometimes, we are the bridge and not the destination. We become the channel through which opportunities, blessings, and connections reach others, even when they don’t end up with us.
As difficult as that can be to accept, there’s a certain peace in knowing that being a channel is a purpose on its own. Not every blessing that passes through your hands is meant to stay there. Some are meant to continue their journey through you to someone else.
And that’s okay.
Cheers 🥂
“A 23-year-old girl—barely an adult, still full of dreams—was kidnapped by bandits. They demanded 50 million naira. Her family begged, pleaded, and cried for mercy. The bandits refused to reduce a single kobo.
For two weeks, her father fought like a lion. He borrowed, sold, and bled dry to raise every kobo. Finally, he had the 50 million. He called them, desperate to hear his daughter’s voice one more time before paying.
She came on the phone.
And instead of begging to be saved, she told her father: “Don’t pay. I will kill myself if they release me.” She was woefully failed by the system but extremely BRAVE
Because for fourteen days—fourteen unthinkable, merciless days—those m0nsters had been raping her. Over and over. Daily. Hourly. Destroying her soul while she was still alive.
When the b@ndits heard what she said, they put a bullet in her head. Then they sent her family the video and pictures of her final moment.
That girl didn’t die. She was mur_dered—after being tortured in ways no human being should ever suffer.
This is not about politics anymore. This is about our humanity. This is about mothers who will never hold their daughters again. Fathers who gather ransom only to receive a corpse. Young girls who go to sleep terrified that tonight might be their turn.
Me: May it never be well with any city boy and girl who turns their eyes away from this. May peace never find the heart that excuses evil for power.
May every tear shed by this famiy rise as a fire against those who enable this madness in government.”
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The way my Ex girlfriend dey come through for me this period eh, when ever I'm broke I will shamelessly call her and ask her for money and even once she never fail me.
I no dey keep malice with my ex ooo, and when ever we meet she go still give me Puna to chop, I just dey pity her boyfriend now 😎😎
No dey keep malice with your exes
Na break up una break up una no kee person